CHAPTER 11: Javier – War Was Her Name
Silent voices speak volumes
About a battle so catastrophic
That it yielded no survivors;
And though no one knows of its validity,
Accusation is the only necessary proof
That my people seek.
They whisper once about this tragedy
Then, the rest they refuse to tell,
But a seer of the future says the prediction plays out well.
My quiet life, though lonely,
Is paradise.
This battle would be a deafening hell
That threatens to expose me
And the secrets I've hidden so well.
If war could be personified,
There is no doubt that she would be a woman,
With a fury unforgiving;
Taking prisoner in whomever she caught.
Her beauty would be astounding,
Subtle, yet tempting all the same.
And many would fight for her,
But she would seduce me with her wit until it was my heart that she could claim.
The enemy is sneaky,
Camouflaged in the cleverest disguise
In order to gain the trust of every soldier
And be the cause of their demise.
Two of us watch her,
Him classifying the vanilla scent as weak,
Less treacherous,
And even safe
But as the smarter man, I know
That venom is always deadlier when it is
Sweet to the taste.